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Author: Melissa Toppen
before holding my face in his hands. “Addison I love you. Please give me a chance to make this right. I will do anything. I will tell you everything. Please just don't tell me that I have lost you.” I reach up to grab both of his wrists and pull down gently. He lets his hands fall from my face but doesn't break eye contact.
“You need to leave.” My words surprise even me but they are true all the same. I can't think when he's here. When he's standing so close and the temptation of pulling him into my arms is so great. He hurt me, more importantly, he lied to me. I need time to sort through all of this without him here. I know that I need to take this slow. It would be all too easy to just resume where we left off as if nothing ever happened but something did happen.
He attempts to pull me into his arms once again and while it takes everything I have not to give in to the pull, I resist. “I really should get inside.” I say. He steps to the side giving me room to pass him. I take a couple of steps before turning back to him. His eyes are locked on me. I can't tell for sure, due to the blackness of the night but he seems uneasy. As if he's unsure if he should be letting me walk away. My chest swells at the thought that I can hold such power over a man like Liam.
I turn back towards the house, reaching the front door in the matter of a few seconds. It takes everything I have not to turn around again before pulling the door open and stepping inside. I close the door, glancing out towards the car one last time. Liam is standing in the same spot that I left him in, his eyes still fixed in my direction. It takes everything I have to push the door closed between us.
I lean my back against the door and try to regulate my breathing. Out of all the scenarios I played out in my head over the last few days, none of them consisted of him showing up and begging for my forgiveness. I was so sure that this was all a game to him but now I'm not sure anymore.
I smile to myself as his words hit me full force. He's in love me. It doesn't matter that I don't trust him or that this is probably never going to work. He loves me and for now at least I have that. “Well someone looks happy.” My mom's voice cuts through my haze. I jump, not realizing she had been watching me.
“What?” I look at her like I have no idea what she's talking about. I'm not a good liar and my mother can read me like a book, so I really have no idea why I even bother.
“Nice try.” She says, her smile fading a bit. “So that's your reason for Vegas. I can't say I blame you. Honey, he's gorgeous.” She says on a sigh, as if he were standing directly in front of her. “But Addison, I'm not so sure that you are the type of girl that is cut out to be with a man like that.” My mother's voice is apologetic and I can tell by the look on her face that she means no insult by her words.
“What type of girl are you referring to mother?” My words come out clipped and a bit of my happiness from earlier takes a nose dive into the hard wood floors.
“Men like that, they live a certain way and have certain expectations. You're a good girl dear. You are caring and genuine and honest to a fault. You don't belong in his world.”
“There's only one world mom.” I bite at her. Spinning on my heel, I head in the direction of my bedroom. I try to slam the door behind me but her small hand catches it before the door latches. “What now?” I scream, turning to find her standing in my doorway. “You don't think I am good enough for him, thanks mom, I got it. Join the group of probably everyone who agrees with you.”
“Addison you misunderstand.” She says, gently
“You need to leave.” My words surprise even me but they are true all the same. I can't think when he's here. When he's standing so close and the temptation of pulling him into my arms is so great. He hurt me, more importantly, he lied to me. I need time to sort through all of this without him here. I know that I need to take this slow. It would be all too easy to just resume where we left off as if nothing ever happened but something did happen.
He attempts to pull me into his arms once again and while it takes everything I have not to give in to the pull, I resist. “I really should get inside.” I say. He steps to the side giving me room to pass him. I take a couple of steps before turning back to him. His eyes are locked on me. I can't tell for sure, due to the blackness of the night but he seems uneasy. As if he's unsure if he should be letting me walk away. My chest swells at the thought that I can hold such power over a man like Liam.
I turn back towards the house, reaching the front door in the matter of a few seconds. It takes everything I have not to turn around again before pulling the door open and stepping inside. I close the door, glancing out towards the car one last time. Liam is standing in the same spot that I left him in, his eyes still fixed in my direction. It takes everything I have to push the door closed between us.
I lean my back against the door and try to regulate my breathing. Out of all the scenarios I played out in my head over the last few days, none of them consisted of him showing up and begging for my forgiveness. I was so sure that this was all a game to him but now I'm not sure anymore.
I smile to myself as his words hit me full force. He's in love me. It doesn't matter that I don't trust him or that this is probably never going to work. He loves me and for now at least I have that. “Well someone looks happy.” My mom's voice cuts through my haze. I jump, not realizing she had been watching me.
“What?” I look at her like I have no idea what she's talking about. I'm not a good liar and my mother can read me like a book, so I really have no idea why I even bother.
“Nice try.” She says, her smile fading a bit. “So that's your reason for Vegas. I can't say I blame you. Honey, he's gorgeous.” She says on a sigh, as if he were standing directly in front of her. “But Addison, I'm not so sure that you are the type of girl that is cut out to be with a man like that.” My mother's voice is apologetic and I can tell by the look on her face that she means no insult by her words.
“What type of girl are you referring to mother?” My words come out clipped and a bit of my happiness from earlier takes a nose dive into the hard wood floors.
“Men like that, they live a certain way and have certain expectations. You're a good girl dear. You are caring and genuine and honest to a fault. You don't belong in his world.”
“There's only one world mom.” I bite at her. Spinning on my heel, I head in the direction of my bedroom. I try to slam the door behind me but her small hand catches it before the door latches. “What now?” I scream, turning to find her standing in my doorway. “You don't think I am good enough for him, thanks mom, I got it. Join the group of probably everyone who agrees with you.”
“Addison you misunderstand.” She says, gently